Joe's secret love for one direction and the Killers

Ft. petekey feels

Mikey Way had it pretty good. He had a group of friends who were awesome to be around, and a permanent place at camp half-blood, so you would think his life would be pretty carefree, with some frolicking in the strawberry fields added in for good measure (admittedly, that had happened, but once, when he was really drunk, and "could you please shut up about that because I'm trying to forget it"). However, his life was not all nectar and nymphs, because he had one, huge problem. A problem with far too much eyeliner and a stupid Chicago accent. A problem called Pete Wentz.

See, Pete Wentz was the biggest flirt at camp, and it was whispered that he'd slept with every wood nymph in the forest (this rumor was disreputed by Spencer and Dallon, a wood nymph couple who had been together for 300 years and were still going strong; Halsey declined to comment). Sure, Pete had flirted with Mikey a few times, but that meant nothing.

On the day when Mikey decided to stop sitting by the lake, thinking about… well, it depended on the day. Sometimes it would be complicated blueprints, other days his friends, but most days, Pete, it was a sunny day, almost the opposite of Mikey's mood. He was off to see our favorite unrequited love expert, Joe. Joe was always prepared to talk to anyone, especially one of his friends.

He trudged up the hill to the Posiedon cabin, and when he reached the door he knocked hesitantly, hoping that Andy wasn't in there with Joe. (He'd walked in on them before, not something he wanted to remember, never mind relive). Luckily for him, Joe's voice shouted, "Come in!" and when he walked in, the boy was alone, sitting on his bed, his laptop on his knees.

"Moikey!" Joe yelled, a grin lighting up his features. "What's up?"

Mikey shuffled his feet, looking at the ground. After a couple of seconds, Joe noticed that Mikey was looking very uncomfortable, and his expression turned from cheerful and curious to caring and concerned.

Joe shuffled aside on the bed, gesturing for Mikey to sit down next to him.

"Wassup, man? And don't say nothing, because we both know that's bullshit." He said, his dark eyes as serious as Mikey had ever seen them.

"Well," Mikey said, his voice soft and hesitant. "It's Pete." He looked up at Joe, expecting to see a look of mockery on his face, but was met with an expression that even a kid with Aspergers' (like Mikey) could only read as 'carry on'.

"I can't tell what he's thinking, and it's not even the autism. I really like him, but I feel like this isn't going to be like it was with you and Andy. He flirts with me, you've seen, but he does that to everyone."

He took a deep breath and dug his face into Joe's shoulder.

"I just want to know how to feel..." he trailed off, and through his shirt Joe could feel his face was scrunched up like he was trying not to cry.

"Dude, I know what unrequited love feels like." Joe began. "And as one of your best friends, I have to say, I love you, but there are so many better guys out there! I know it feels like he's the only one, but, no offence, he's a total fuckboy. However, if you really like him, I will do everything I can to get you together."

He wrapped his arms around him, and the two sat in comfortable silence until Joe grabbed his laptop and showed Mikey most of his tumblr dashboard. This took a while, and a few times Joe had to snatch the laptop away and scroll down a bit before letting Mikey look at it. (Only a BIT was porn, the rest was some one direction fanposts that the rest of the camp really did not need to know about).

By the time Joe's laptop began to run low on battery, the sky outside was growing dark and the stars were visible in the constantly unclouded sky. A knock on the door startled them out of their reverie, and when Mikey looked panicked Joe reassured him that it was probably Andy, before getting up to answer it.

Needless to say, it was not Andy.